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June 22, 2005

Mr. Kitty Blogging

Mr. Kitty had to go to the vet today. He is sick with the poopy-squats. He got lots of expensive medicine, and should be better in a couple of days. He didn't get to go home with his new mommy today because he can't be around other cats right now. Here at the kitty hotel, that is not a problem because the nasty other big kitty here stays as far away from him as possible.

Mr. Kitty does not like her either. She is very scary.

Here are some photos of Mr. Kitty.

It's a good thing Mr. Kitty is so cute. Mr. Kitty may be very small, but his voice is very loud. And it sounds just like a squeaky tree branch.

Mr. Kitty gets extremely annoying after a few hours.

Posted by Rita at June 22, 2005 05:54 PM

Comments

He's sure a cutie!

Posted by: bogie at June 23, 2005 03:33 AM

Isn't he, though? And he's very affectionate. My daughter can't wait until she can take him home. Which should be soon, because he's much better this morning.

The vet said best guess, he's barely 5 weeks old. Poor little guy is sure missing his mommy. Whomever dumped him out in the wilderness to die instead of taking him to a shelter should be horsewhipped.

Posted by: Rita [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 23, 2005 06:43 AM

No Lie there
Unfortunately someone seems to think that there is a sign at the begining of my road that says "Leave your unwanted animals here!"

We get cats, dogs, even a ferret!

The Animal Shlter in Bella Vista and I have become good friends.

Posted by: BloodSpite at June 23, 2005 08:28 AM

One of the prices you pay for living in the country, I'm afraid. I think what pisses me off most about animal dumping, besides the cruelty of it, is that the dumper forces others to pay for his/her irresponsibility. There's really no excuse these days, with all the available assistance programs everywhere, for not spaying/neutering your animals.

Posted by: Rita [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 23, 2005 09:00 AM

Agreed
Thats actually how we got Huck, the dog.
Someone dumped him when he was about 9 months old.

We wanted a dog. So we just kept him.

Fortunately the AH up here is pretty cool with me. I more or less just turn them in. It's to the point now where they actually call me to pick up a animal once in a while because I'm out here and they know I don't mind.

Posted by: BloodSpite at June 23, 2005 11:03 AM